wasteland ranch

Chapter 37
Lin Guiyao glanced at Chen Elong who was hesitant to speak, and then patted Hu Xiaoer's head.

"Just say what you want to say."

"Hey! It's killing me. Village chief, in my opinion, we really don't have to be afraid of that kind of pot or stick. With my old dragon's ability to chop from the village to the village with a machete, I alone Can overthrow them!"

Chen Elong took out the machete and swiped it a few times, but the machete in his hand actually broke from the wooden handle and flew out, right between the legs of Pang Haihai who was sitting on the ground.

……

Well, now even the machete is gone.

"Brother Lin, don't we save them?"

Hu Xiaoer pulled open a slit, staring at the children not far from her.

Lin Guiyao shook his head, then nodded again.

"Save, but mainly to save ourselves."

Five or six big men, although they didn't have guns, but Lin Guiyao's family knew their own affairs. They only had one pistol with one bullet left, which was still inaccurate.

Don't look at Chen Elong's chest being slapped loudly, Lin Guiyao has no clue at all when they really fight, unless...

Bai Ruochu was still by their side.

Shaking his head, Lin Guiyao spread out his palm, revealing a gleaming gold coin, and asked the bewildered Fat Dahai:

"We need weapons, do you have a way?"

……

It has to be said that even though he is a down and out businessman, Pang Dahai has perfectly maintained his habit of finding out everyone's information immediately when he first arrives at a place.

With the ten gold coins given by Lin Guiyao, they not only got two simple rifles, two cartridges, three machetes, but even five boxes of bacon!

When handing the gun to Lin Guiyao, Pang Dahai complained resentfully:

"That bloody profiteer! How dare you sell two handfuls of trash for twenty times the usual price!"

But soon, he smiled and won Lin Guiyao's consent, lit a bonfire, and started cooking broth.

Seeing that the group of young and old gathered together honestly lined up waiting for Pang Haihai to distribute food to them without fighting or grabbing, Lin Guiyao nodded.

When he saw that group of people, he noticed at first glance that they didn't have any restraint tools such as ropes or chains on them. Coupled with the current situation, it proved that this fat businessman was actually a good person.

Now that he had weapons and food, Lin Guiyao became more confident.

This group of old and young people may be a burden for a while, but looking at it from another angle, they are exactly the people he needs urgently after building the village.

With the golden finger of the pasture system and potato seeds that can mature in 7 days, he will not worry about being unable to feed people in the future.

Moreover, taking care of the fields is actually very simple. Those old people only need to eat a few good meals and take care of themselves, and they can do it easily.

As for the young ones, Lin Guiyao thinks that they can be cultivated (brainwashed) from an early age, as his most loyal followers in the future, and right now they can be regarded as a seed of hope.

Because from a certain country he firmly believes,

Population is the greatest wealth.

"Who knows about the exchange of weapons?"

After checking the firearms, the explanation given by the system was that the patchwork rifle was only worth 2G, and with the food, he only lost 3G.

"Don't worry, little brother, I don't have to worry about this. I found a squad leader I know well to change it secretly. No one knows except him. Even he can only take out these two guns. I hope you won't dislike it."

"However, those big boxes of food can't hide from the prying eyes of the pot stickers. I don't know what trick the little brother has?"

Ignoring Pang Dahai's nonsensical way of speaking, Lin Guiyao waved his hand, put all the remaining four boxes of food into the ranch backpack, and said calmly under Pang Dahai's shocked gaze:
"Of course it's a bit of a joke, let them have some blood."

In the ranch backpack with ten compartments, in addition to the first compartment being an immovable hoe, he also stored ten potatoes, a box of sundries, a box of food, two lotus seeds, and half a suit of clothes.

Potatoes and lotus seeds can be stacked in one grid, but boxes of food can't. Right now, all ten grids are filled to the brim.

Lin Guiyao thought for a while, took out the two lightest boxes, loaded the gun with bullets and put them in the backpack, then waved for Pang Dahai and Chen Elong to carry a box each, and led everyone out of the tent.

As soon as he went out, he found six men huddled in front of the tent with half-smiles. The leader was a big man with a flat head, squatting there and frying pieces of meat in a big pan!

"Hey? Lao Lin, are you going out? Have you eaten yet? Coincidentally, I'm eating right now. Do you want some?"

The big man picked up a piece of fat, stuck out his tongue, licked it drunkenly, stared at Lin Guiyao and the others and laughed, people who didn't know would really think that he was inviting his neighbors to have a meal.

"Eat, eat, you keep going, we will leave first if we have something to do."

Fat Dahai was sweating profusely, and he was about to lead Lin Guiyao and the others away without even daring to lift his head, but was stopped by several other big men.

"Hey! It seems that Lao Lin has made a big deal, and he doesn't even like the meat of my pot stickers..."

The big flat-headed man smiled, and suddenly changed into a sullen tone.

"I think you respect meat and don't want to eat meat!"

"You...don't mess around, you don't dare to do anything in the camp!"

Lin Guiyao: ...

Pang Dahai's polite way of speaking suddenly changed into a strong local style, which made him unable to adapt for a while.

But that look called potstickers really annoyed him.

Relying on his two lives, the eyes of the pot stickers that kept scanning Hu Xiaoer wrapped in white robes, and the tent behind him, Lin Guiyao saw full of greed.

"Pot stickers, right?"

"Oh? Brother, do you have something to say?"

The pot stickers stood up, weighed the frying pan that was still emitting oily smoke, and looked playful.

"I bought this fat man and the people behind him. Now they are mine. Please keep your dog out of the way. I'm in a hurry."

"I think you are looking for death!"

Hearing this, a big man closest to Lin Guiyao angrily pulled out a huge wrench and was about to rush over, but was stopped by a stick of pot stickers.

Glancing at the camp guards approaching from afar, Guotie shrugged his shoulders.

"It's easy to say, but you have to go, it's not peaceful outside recently."

"Don't worry about it."

After speaking, Lin Guiyao waved his hand and led the trembling group of people towards the outside of the camp.

"What a proud man, a man should be born like this!"

"Hmph! What kind of arrogance? An idiot! He is so poor and dares to conflict with others. Isn't this courting death?"

"Yes, yes, I bet this kid won't survive a day!"

"Half a day! I bet... I bet my pair of ancestral chromosomes, is there any girl willing to take it?"

"Hahaha, then you have to ask the kiln sisters if they are willing, but I can guarantee that if you don't bring enough money, you won't even be able to enter the door!"

"Boss... Do we want it too?"

"Idiot, do you dare to intercept pot stickers? Do you still want to hang out?"

"Hmph, a homeless person is a homeless person, and they quarrel over a little bit of food. Seeing you fight, I might as well go to the sea of ​​darkness. I'd better find a heavy machine gun, and then I'll send it!"

"Hee hee, you don't like it, they don't know about these rubbish, I think it's quite interesting, by the way, when will you pay back that box of bullets you owe me? Hey, don't go!"

A group of voices of ridicule, conspiracy, or disdain gradually subsided. The refugees were jealous but couldn't beat the potstickers, and the explorers in the camp didn't bother with such petty fights.

But they have a common idea:

Lin Guiyao and the others are dead!
Seeing the pot stickers grinning grinningly and giving orders to his subordinates, a voice like a mosquito murmured:

"By the way, am I the only one who notices how handsome he is?"

"Pity……"

(End of this chapter)